Page 12 of Pretty Little Shadow
"No. Give me your hand." He held his palm out between us, like he was ready for a handshake.
I reluctantly took it.
"I'll give you the best first sexual experience of your life," Darius said. "But you'll owe me a favor afterward."
"What kind of favor?"
"Anything I want, to an extent."
My face flushed. "You don't call in favors, though."
"Nah, not usually. I'm just looking for my mate."
"I'm not your mate. So, yes. I agree."
"It's a deal." I felt a ripple of magic.
The sensation was light, at first, then a hell of a lot more painful as it blazed through my body and over my hip and left thigh.
As quickly as it hit, it was gone. I was too busy staring at Dare's face to look down at my leg and check out the bargain mark that was obviously there.
Darius let out a long, slow breath.
It worried me, just a little. "Is your skin itching again?"He'd said he had too many bargains, before. When he gave me the corn dog and propositioned me in his kitchen, while Merrily was there. They made his skin itch.
He cleared his throat. "Yeah. Always is."Dare slid a hand up the back of my thigh, squeezing lightly, and I sucked in a breath.
Darius eased me closer. His lips brushed mine. My mouth parted for him instantly, and he dragged his tongue over mine lightly.
My toes curled as his taste flooded my senses. My fangs throbbed, too, descending rapidly.
I jerked back, lifting a hand to my mouth in alarm. "Oh my god, I'm sorry. They never do that. I?—"
Dare swatted my hand away and lifted my lip, checking out one of my fangs a little closer. My lipstick was supposed to be smearproof, but there were a few dark smudges of it on his mouth too. "Fuck, that's hot."
I swear, my entire body flushed. "Don't lie to me."
He cut me a look. "I've never lied to you. Never would, either." He refocused on my fangs, and slowly dragged his finger over the sharp tip of one. How he avoided being cut, I have no idea. "When was the last time you bit someone?"
"Before the cellar," I admitted, my lips brushing his finger as I spoke.
He gave a soft rumble that sounded like satisfaction. "Want to bite me?"
Yes.
God, yes.
"I can’t,” I said quickly.
"Why not?"
"If I drink from you, I don't know if I can stop." My confession was soft, but honest. "You smellreallygood."
"Do most people smell good?"
"No."
"I could stop you if you took too much. You're like half my size, so you could drink your fill without killing me, too."
